Brooke: Edmund. Why, what are you -- oh, my. [Sees Valentine decorations.] You really did remember.
Edmund: Of course. Surprised?
Brooke: Totally. I expected nothing like this. Actually, I had a small warning, so I did know what to expect.
Edmund: [big smile] No, you didn't. [Edmund picks up Brooke and heads out the door]
Brooke: What?
Edmund: Door.
Brooke: Door? Oh, door. [Brooke closes the door]
[Brooke and Edmund arrive at the deserted beach.]
Brooke: Well. This is different.
Edmund: Yeah, that's what I was hoping for.
Brooke: The beach at night -- in February.
Edmund: You know, this may be a first.
Brooke: It is for me.
Edmund: You know, most guys labor over this sort of thing.
Brooke: What sort of thing would that be?
Edmund: The time, the setting, the place, the mood.
Brooke: The wind-chill factor?
Edmund: Things were going a little too smoothly back at the house.
Brooke: Do you have something against heating and indoor plumbing?
Edmund: Brooke, if you don't stop talking the plumbing and the indoor -- you're going to totally mess with my Zen.
Brooke: What is your Zen tonight, exactly? [Edmund goes down on one knee and takes her hand in his.]
Brooke: Oh, boy.
Edmund: Brooke, you know, you read about people who -- who come together after years and years of being apart. [He puts their hands parallel to each other--not touching.] That's not exactly us because we've been living parallel lives for -- for years. You know what else they say? They say two parallel lines can never meet. Guess that's why I never liked math. [Their fingers fold over as they clasp hands.] [Edmund holds up a diamond ring for Brooke to see.]
Brooke: Oh! Edmund: I want to grow old with you, Brooke. But I want to live every second until then like it's our last.
Brooke: Oh, Edmund.
Edmund: I love you, Brooke. Will you marry me?
Edmund: Brooke?
Brooke: No.
Edmund: No?
Brooke: No, not -- no, I mean --
Edmund: Not no? Not, not...no?
Brooke: Yes! Oh, God, Edmund.
Edmund: You had me scared to death.
Brooke: I can't believe this.
Edmund: You like the ring?
Brooke: Oh, forget the ring! Kiss me. [Edmund stands up and they kiss.]
Edmund: You really want me to forget the ring?
Brooke: What, are you nuts? [He puts the ring on her finger.]
Brooke: Oh. Oh, my. Oh.
Edmund: It looks beautiful.
Brooke: Look, it fits perfectly.
Edmund: So do we. I love you, Brooke, more than I can say.
Brooke: Oh, Edmund, I love you, too. [More kissing.]
[Brooke and Edmund are now sitting on a blanket with his arms around her.]
Brooke: Did you have second thoughts?
Edmund: No. No. No, I just -- I just thought I would do this, you know, with the kids and Aunt Phoebe.
Brooke: Oh, no.
Edmund: Well, I did, you know. We're going to be a huge family and all. And then I just thought that would be kind of taking the romance out of it by using, you know, my kids, your son, and Dolly Levi to help us out.
Brooke: I'm so glad you reconsidered.
Edmund: Me too. I did ask your son, Jamie, though.
Brooke: You asked my son what?
Edmund: If he'd be OK if I married you.
Brooke: You asked my son for permission to marry me?
Edmund: Yeah, would have grounded him if he said no, but he was pretty cooperative.
Brooke: He's just a softy underneath it all, you know?
Edmund: He loves you. You know, my kids are still on the ceiling since I told them that I was going to do this.
Brooke: Really?
Edmund: Yeah, will they ever come down?
Brooke: Eventually, yeah.
Brooke: You know, we have a lot of things to think about. We have to decided where we're going to live and, you know, ground rules for the kids and -- make me stop.
Edmund: Stop.
[She turns and faces him.]
Brooke: Make me stop. [Edmund kisses her to make her stop.]
Brooke: Better.
Edmund: Brooke --
Brooke: I'm right there with you. Come on, let's go, future husband....and slave.
Edmund: Sure you're ready to go?
Brooke: Edmund, as long as I am with you, I don't care where we go. [They walk off the beach admiring the ring and stop to kiss as they leave the beach.]
[Jamie is watching for Brooke and Edmund.]
Jamie: Everyone, look casual. Quick, this is it. [Maddie, Sam, Phoebe, and Jamie look engrossed in their books.]
Brooke: Ahem.
Jamie: Hey, Mom.
Brooke: Hey.
Edmund: Hey. Wow, look at you guys -- reading, coloring.
Phoebe: Quiet night. How about you two?
Brooke: Oh, very quiet.
Edmund: Nothing special.
Brooke: Oh, you know, oh, I think I'm so tired, I'm going to go right up to bed.
Edmund: Yeah, me, too. I think I'll take the kids and go home. It's -- it's too quiet here. It's creeping me out.
Jamie: All right, cut it out.
Sam: Hey!
Maddie: What did she say?
Edmund: "She" who, Honey? [Maddie grabs Brooke's hand.]
Maddie: When you wear this ring, that means yes, right?
Sam: Does it, Daddy?
Edmund: Does it, Brooke?
Brooke: Yeah, it does. [Kids cheer]
Jamie: You did it right, right?
Brooke: Oh, he did it great, Honey. Did you guys honestly think I'd say no to this guy, hmm?
Maddie: Daddy said it was up to you.
Sam: And he said sometimes things don't always go the way you plan.
Brooke: Well, you know what -- sometimes they do. {Edmund asks Phoebe if she's ready to see more of him. She is. Everyone is smiling and happy.]
Edmund: [Handing her cake.] Here you go, Aunt Phoebe. If the kids are going into sugar shock, you're going right with them.
Phoebe: Thank you, Darling.
[Edmund and Brooke meet on the other side of the room.]
Edmund: Well, your Aunt Phoebe looks very happy.
Brooke: She is biting back an "I told you so" so hard that her head is vibrating.
Edmund: [Feeds her cake.] Here, practice for the wedding. Good?
Brooke: Mmm, great. [She feeds him cake.] I promise you I am not going to be one of those brides that smashes the cake in the groom's face.
Edmund: That would be nasty.
Brooke: Yeah. But then I would kiss it all off.
Edmund: That would be nastier.
Brooke: Mm-hmm. Are you still glad that we came home tonight?
Edmund: Yes -- to a point.
Brooke: I want to be with you tonight.
Edmund: I need to be with you tonight.
Brooke: So how are we going to pull this off without anyone knowing what we're trying to pull off?.... Oh, you know, that beach and the freezing cold is not such a bad idea after all.
Edmund: Mm-hmm. Give me time, English, I'll work this out.
Brooke: [Slipping her hand inside his shirt.] Make it snappy, Honey. I mean it.
[Sam, Maddie, Jamie, and Phoebe all leave the room without Brooke and Edmund noticing.]
Phoebe: Lead the way, Jamie.
Jamie: [Quietly] You guys owe me one.
Edmund: Brooke?
Brooke: Yes?
Edmund: Turn around. Magic.
Brooke: Holy cow. Where did they all go?
Edmund: I think I caught Jamie's eye as he was wheeling Phoebe out.
Brooke: Do you think we need to tuck in Sam and Maddie?
Edmund: Not tonight.
Brooke: My son is my hero.
Edmund: Hey, what about me?
Brooke: You are my hero, too. [Brooke reaches up and kisses him.] [Brooke walks over and stands in front of a picture of Laura, her little girl who was killed by the drunk driver.]
Brooke: Edmund, this is the most wonderful night of my life.
Edmund: It won't be the last.
Brooke: You promise me that, OK?
Edmund: I do.
Brooke: No, I mean it, I mean it, because I promise it for you, too. I mean, you know, like, if we're working on a deadline for "Tempo" and, you know, we're holding one of the kids' heads over the john and the other one is spiking a fever, I promise you, and I want us to promise each other, that we will think of this moment. OK?
Edmund: OK.
Brooke: I love you so much that my hair hurts.
Edmund: Want me to kiss it and make it better?
Brooke: Can you try?
Edmund: Yeah. [He starts kissing the side of her head.]
Brooke: Oh, you're good.
Edmund: I know I am.
Brooke: I love you. And I can't wait to be married to you.
Edmund: I love you. And I will always take care of you, Brooke. [More kissing.]